My tape recording is playing back at one squealing speed. I never knew I sounded like such an animated chipmunk! Toggling between the 2.4cm and 1.2 cm speed is doing nothing when it should be doing exactly its function. I recorded it on 1.2 cm speed and have tried re-playing it and now flipping the cassette back and forth and any other up and down button pushes.
It hasn't rode with me many places lately but it did three weeks ago to Wooster. With a lot of directed excitement, I have the picture in my head of recording before merging on the highway. Because I only had two sessions left and if I was going to finish with something, I would have to bring progress to talk about.
High speed or low speed, I can hear the sound cars left across the side of my car when they passed. What sounds like rain might just be me switching the the tape recorder between hands.
But I don't need to transcribe it anymore. I initiated a talk with my parents last night. No notes, just questions I have asked myself a lot, questions I asked to Dr. Karger first and most questions that I asked with calm inquiry and one question that took at least 60 seconds of silence of a mouth as torturous to open as a trapped door.
I imagined this talk could be the pre-wedding scene in "Late Spring" or the eruption in "Death of a Salesman." Yes, I would have liked ... to have said I put it more eloquently of my heart but after my short list of questions I needed reconciled, what I am thankful for is too long and still not completely realized.
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